He didn't like that sound. So similar to those wretched whores he killed, how they screamed for the merciless torture to end. Such a sound coming from Marco felt strangely...unsettling. Grell wasn't used to such a sensation. He wasn't used to caring about another's feelings.

What should he do?

In his moment of warring with his mind, he felt that jerk again as they sped up, and...felt some rain? But the sky was clear. Grell looked over and tried to get a peek of the phoenix but it was difficult to do. Could that have been...

Grell wrapped both arms around the neck, those flames flickering against his face. He wasn't sure what to do at this point. Maybe when they were on the ground, and using the same language...